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Everyone faces depression at some point in their life. This is a collection of my poems and metaphors that helped lift me up from the depth of my own depression. I pray my words will help some of you cope and rise up to help others. Together the world can be a more pleasant place to live when we all care for each other.
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Bully

beliefs, tears and
fears, like you I bleed, I need and will someday breed.

Yes, I am like you, I
am not perfect.

Bully

You call me fat, you
say I'm too small too weak or thin, ugly or tall.

You say I'm pathetic,
you’ve called me a waist, I don’t need to be here I'm wasting your space.

Well who are you I
say? Who are you.

Bully

You take my lunch,
pull my chair, trip me and push me and laugh at despair,

Bully

What makes you better
than me, why do your friends laugh and scoff and mimic your every move.

Bully are they even
friends at all?

You try and be cool, and
that is why you are you, and I, am me.

Cool? Well what is
cool anyway, is it not a conception of reality, of the time,

the moment, the
event, a manifestation brought on by your perception of your entertainment

the very thing that
is judged by your peers and mine has two totally different interpretation.

Cool. A word we
invented to separate people and distinguish how we perceive an act.

Perception. What you
see as cool I see as a fool, what you find ugly I see as beauty, what you see
is fat I see as encumbered. You see I can diet but you, yes you, will still be selfish.

Bully

See I can throw names also, I can judge you as
well, and I can be a foundation of hope to others.

See you are not cool
to everyone, no bully, you are in fact immature in the eyes of the vast
majority of the population, they see your acts as selfish, childish and even
ignorant. The say you are weak, while I am just meek and so incomplete, while I
look for passion you only see fashion.

Bully

You comb your hair
and make sure you wear your Tommy and Nike your Pink and Belaire.

You see me as poor
cause I can’t afford to dress for success because I am not blessed.

But take off those
brands all that makeup and jewelry, take off the money and you can be like me.

But you are not like
me, no you lack compassion, you do not have the decency to look at a person for
who they are and not what they have, and you call me ugly.

Bully.

There is hope for you
now, if you understand, you must find love, compassion and respect for your
fellow man.

We are all
individuals and that is truly what makes you, you and me, me.

See you should be
thankful that we live in a place that allows that, when others do not. We are
not governed to force our beliefs, at least not yet.

So, I plead with you
bully, understand the pain, the hurt, the tears, the torment that you cause,
every time you laugh push, pull, tease, mock, trip, steal, hit or block.
Everything you do to me, is a reflection of YOU. Yes, every selfish act you
use, for your enjoyment also brings you down too.

Bully

I fear you have one thing missing that I do
not. And that is Love

Love, is compassion,
overflowing with admiration, for the total embodiment of a human being, not
what they look like or how they act or even what they wear. But who they are in
totality.

See bully you wrap up
so much energy in being cool, and mean to others, that if you spent that same
energy on love, you would in fact change the world. Why change it in a bad way
and bring others down when you can lift them up and help society end abuse, end
suffering, end school shootings. Yes, I said end school shootings.

Bully

You change the world
now, yes, you do in so many bad ways. Take a look at your own reflection when
you look in the mirror today, I urge you, look past the Tommy, the Gucci, the Nike
and Prius, the pink or the Gap, the Old Navy, and Adidas, look at the person
behind the money? Do you like what you see?

Change.

Change is coming. Like it or not, be part of
it, or get out of the way.

Bully,

an intimidating
coward that hides behind muscles and money, often lacking the brains to know
right from wrong, and the compassion to even care. Considered selfish by
many and despised by the majority.

Bully an image, an
illusion, a misconception.

I offer you now the
hand to make a difference, the change to make a new start, shed the
narcissistic alter ego that has embodied you your whole life and step out into
the real world, the world of the hurting and the mournful, of the love and the
life that is living. Shed the bully image that is not you, find a friend.

Yes, a friend.
Someone that knows right from wrong and will help you change, not encourage
your immature behavior,

A friend is someone
that will always want what is best for you, and will want people to like you,
not mock you behind your back.

A friend will love
you and not partake in destructive habits that could or would be your demise.